I wandered off to lots of places
If life is combustion, is death homeostasis? If there is a God, then hell cannot be, for that would make God an oxymoron. As I grow older, I face death with a certain equanimity. Perhaps there is something else, but if not, that is OK too. My life has certainly not been perfect, but it was enough and I am grateful having lived.
I liked your poem, it made me want to read it a few times so as to try and understand a lot of thoughts in a small number of words–i.e., poetry.